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Post by Kristofor on Mar 17, 2021 15:24:35 GMT -6
It was more of tolerance of the movement and the feeling of, rather then getting excited by it. Kristofor ran the rough pad of his fingertip around the edge of his ear, pretending to clean it before removing his hand and flopping the ear back into normal position and rewarding Dawson’s confusion with praise and ear scratches. ABove ear was fine, but in ear still felt weird. He moved down to feeling the hound’s neck, the growing amount of muscle and such there, his paw-hands reaching to pet and feel every inch of the hound. The gnawing stopped when he picked up his paws to look down at it. The bottom of his stomach dropped for no reason at all, the fox found. Dawson looked form his paw to his fox friend, tilting his head with a confused ‘arrm’ noise. He feels the paw, patting it before putting it down and rewarding Dawson again. This proceeds as he feels the paw down to each toe even. THrough distraction. 84
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 17, 2021 15:37:55 GMT -6
It went as far as moving his limbs a little. Just a bit of bending, nothing extreme. Just getting used to the feeling of being handled. Dawson seriously considered picking up his bone and moving away from fox friend. He was getting. Just a bit handsy for his comfort. Fox friend would never hurt him, but there was a limit he’d take. Pulling his foot out of the grip of fox friend, he got up, picked up the bone and moved to turn away. Instead the paws touched his back, his belly, even traveling towards his tail. The houlou swung his head (and bone) back to look at Kristofor, whose paws froze on touching his tail. It looked quite comical, the puppy jaws around this big bone that was triple his width. He looked at his tail, looked at Kristofor, and then back. The fox patted his rear briefly before releasing his tail while drawing his fingers towards the tip of it and away. If dogs could talk, the look would say ‘are you done yet’ ‘Done now.’ The fox praised the hound, and let him chew the bone in peace for a full half hour. Finally. Such business. 85 -end tolerance?
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 17, 2021 20:08:45 GMT -6
Something came to the fox as he watched the new grasses and such of the mansion grounds ruffle in the light wind that picked up over the time of interactions. What would he do if he and Dawson ran afoul of the giant killer rabbits again. Somehow, his first two encounters had gotten him off thankfully with barely any injury. First with the tailypo, then with Dawson. The houlou still quite slim for being a dog, something could get its jaws, or its giant claws around him easily. Now because his own fur came loose easier then it should during spring and fall, the fox himself was able to get away a bit easier when being gripped. But he should get the houlou, heck all of his creatures to be able to escape a carnivore's grip. Yes, that was smart. Survival instincts helped keep one alive, even in this erban forest. He heard the gnawing sounds of tooth on bone still. Good, still distracted. 86 -start loosen fur
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 7:47:08 GMT -6
He only had one other carnivore...peskivore (fish eater, whatever the word was for that) in his care, and who knew what the little kitten would grow up into being. With a dog and a chinchillalike creature, the fox had no surprises. Nothing would shift overnight into being carnivorous. He got the houlou's attention on him with his name first. Scratching his head and reassuring the puppy he was a good boy, he wasn't doing anything wrong whatsoever. Not like the pup's confidence level dropped like a rock whenever he did wrong, but he wanted to do right. Dawson's reassurance rubbed back against him, fox happy, he happy. And then he got gripped. It was tighter then previous, to get away became first instinct! It hurt! A yelp, and the houlou twisted back, down, away. Shock and upset, leaving the fox with a small handful of loose hairs. Ouch! That hurt! 87
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 7:59:54 GMT -6
Why fox friend? Why did you grab me, the houlou wondered as he tried to look back at the place on him where he'd lost several hairs by force. The fox had a treat, but briefly, Dawson backed away. Unsure. He'd not done wrong, why was he hurting now? Sad. Unsure. Reassure. He didn't take the treat from Kristofor's hand, but only if he left it on the rock between them. The fox's posture looked defeated, turning away from him. Sad. The treat now gone, the houlou didn't quite know what to do here. The fox didn't look happy, or act happy. Had he done good, or bad? Was he a bad dog? Walking over, the hound forced his head under Kristofor's right arm, rubbing against him like some sort of canid cat. Stepping into his lap and licking the edge of his jaw. Good dog. I'm a good dog. You are good fox. Question? Assure. Love. The fox had nothing wrong. How could he explain that the houlou did nothing wrong, but he needed to learn this technique? Kristofor ran his fingers through his own loosening fur at the thought, coming away with blonde hairs between them. Maybe that was the way. Garnering his houlou's attention, the fox held his attention with a treat between two fingers, and then bit his own arm. Making it jerk down and away, and spitting out hairs. Blech, half the reason he'd never lick himself for a grooming like a cat. Nodding from his arm, to the pup, and back. He see now? and pretending to feed his arm the treat. Curiosity. Shock? Watch intently... understanding? 88
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 8:06:02 GMT -6
Unease. Fear of injury? Dawson hung back briefly from the display of biting the fox showed him, but fox friend patted him and gave him a treat, the hidden treat he'd 'eaten' himself, trying to reassure him. Ok. Ok, the fox friend had no intent to hurt him. He trusted fox friend. The grip came again, sharp and seeking to stay there. He gave a howling yelp, twisting away and leaving the fox with a small handful of hairs. It did hurt! He got a treat, and fox friend's grip acted like it was spitting out hairs. Blech blach. Like eating lint. Clung to the tongue. Wait a minute. Could he do that? The puppy trotted up to fox friend, then put his puppy sized mouth around the fox's arm, and bit down hard as he could. Shock! Away! The fox pulled his arm away and backed off a few movements on the rock, leaving Dawson with a mouthful of hair. OH blech! He spat the fuzzies out of his mouth, making a face, then barking at him. Come Back! Again! He was beginning to get it. Get out of mouth, leave fuzz. 89
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 8:11:36 GMT -6
The forcefully lost hair on the back of Dawson's scruff throbbed painfully after the few attempts of trading back and forth on attempting to get out of each other's grip. He tried to twist his neck about to worry at the ouches, but couldn't reach. Now Kristofor knew that as he grew up, Dawson's grip would get stronger. If he had intent to injure him, getting his arm out of that dog's mouth would be much more difficult. Likewise; as he got bigger, the likelyhood of getting a grip down on his back would be hopefully less easy. He had no intent to injure his companion pup, as for a culmination of the trade off, to do what a wild fox would do and grip their pup on the back of the neck with their teeth. Shock! The houlou fought the grip, even as weak as he held it, before yanking himself downwards and getting out of reach. The fox spat out fur. It really did taste disgusting. Joy! He radiated happy, and the houlou's tail wagged happily. He got a treat, and literally bounded into Kristofor's reach again. No more? Concern? The fox nuzzled his nose, giving soft reassurance. No more. All done now. 90 -end loosen fur? -pet swap-
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Post by Jack on Mar 18, 2021 8:15:20 GMT -6
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 13:44:14 GMT -6
Dawson could use the break, and some time with himself and his bone, so Kristofor made the exclusive decision to take him home for the day. For the day ended up having him take a long nap under the blankets, after making sure all were fed, watered and content to sleep for the afternoon. Until something loud woke him up. The scrambling of something small into his nest was Mira, looking for a place to hide. She never liked loud noises. The darkness opened up slowly to the sleepy fox as he saw the set up fence for the new 'inmate' flat and the giant rabbit with a skin condition with its clawed fingers trying to open the pantry, which has a sizable dent in the door. Wake up hungry much? He felt Mira clinging to his belly fur as he stretched and stood, cupping his hand under her so she didn't discover gravity from a bad grip. The creature's paper that came with it had so little information it confused him. Looked like a giant rabbit with a very long tail and the puff that grew away from its spine. rattle rattle The creature shook the door, banging on it once or twice. -start nightvision, accept darkness 91
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 13:57:04 GMT -6
To animals and people alike, if they weren't familiar with Laiyan, Kristofor's voice sounded more like yips and barks. He was getting common, but taking it slow. He gave enough of a yip noise that the creature paused in its attempted burglary of the pantry, glancing about. It wasn't good in the dark, it seemed. Head bobbing as it smelled, then turned around. The giant who came with fluffy yarn sharing friend was there, watching. Tiny blinks of soft silver reflected in a half lit bulb that suspended from the ceiling, occasionally blipping with more or less light. The rabbit with a skin condition's mint green eyes blinked a few times to get used to the inconsistent lighting effects. The fox only stood, stood almost as short as it was, having yarn sharing friend blink there too, clinging in fear. Fear? Why fear. Two and two clicked together. It was dark, and fluffy yarn sharing friend likely had been asleep, as had been the fluffy giant. So the noise had scared her? Well, how else were they able to get food?! Wake up hungry with no food and wanting food forced it to get its own food. WHEEK! the panilla squeaked loudly. 92
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 14:08:24 GMT -6
One would think that panilla were partially nocturnal and had pretty good night vision, but apparently not. She hid further in her fox's fur, not keen at all at the lack of light. Not to mention the noises being made. Shushing the panilla quietly, Kristofor stepped over the little fence that barred his nest from the rest of the open space and approached the rabbit with a skin condition. It paused in the rattling of the pantry as Kristofor got closer. Taking a few steps back. Fully ready to fight for its food. Instead, it opened the pantry and pulled out a small bowl of what smelled like someone pooped grass balls and then let it sit in the sun to dry. The bowl shook in his paw as he closed the abused door of the pantry and turned to put it into the overturned enclosure. The creature followed the dark movements. Couldn't see well and neither could any of them. It got worse too. -POP- Outside the room, outside the building, there was a loud screeching of metal, a crash, and all light went out with loud pops. Mira screamed, the rabbit froze up and Kristofor's ears bore the brunt of noise. 93
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 14:20:18 GMT -6
Chaos. A cacophony of animal and people noises as whatever electronic or powered went out without any warning. The metal building screamed and it did no favors for either of the herbivores in company. Thankfully he'd been smart and left the tie-on wrap on the rabbit, and he was able to grab it before the creature bolted. In which it did. It bolted, and nearly yanked Kristofor's arm out of the socket as he tried to hang onto the creature. Those hind legs were nothing to scoff at, as the creature practically rammed into the little gate, popping it open like a human does a soda can, and scrabbling out onto the catwalk. Noise, noise, noise everywhere! It was dark! Loudness! The fox barely had time to resecure the gate before he was practically dragged down the catwalk and regretablly stairs. It was strong enough that he had almost no power to stop the thing. Humans were shouting animals were crying and the doors had burst open, inviting no light at all. He could feel the little nippy claws of the panilla clinging like hell to him as her playmate fled the building, towing the fox along without any reasoning. 94
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 14:26:43 GMT -6
The jackaroo didn't stop fleeing until it reached dirt after a bump over rock. Its sides heaving for breath, it stood up on shaky hind legs, ears up to check for any more signs of fear and noise and bad. It was still dark. Like the whole residential part of the city had gone out. Something was holding it back, around the chest and belly. looking back, it was the giant, who was staggering until its four legs dropped from beneath it briefly. Still had a tight grip on whatever was holding it back from fleeing forever. Half a mind to bite through the thing, which it tried, but oh my god blech. It spat tiny fibers away from the rope in question. Disgusting! It would never bite through that! Ever feel like one has hung onto a tree branch, suspended by only one's arms for way too long, like those human toys where they dangle by the arms until they either can pull themselves up or fall? Thats how Kristofor felt, his right shoulder burned whenever he tried to tense the muscles in his hand to try and undo the wrap he'd put over his wrist. There was quieter wheeking, but the panilla still clung, terrified. 95
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 14:32:25 GMT -6
His own eyes were starting to adjust to the area, and go figure, the creature had fled straight into the mansion grounds. The outside sounds of the city sounded so much farther away here then normal. Perhaps because of why it felt like passing through a waterless waterfall each time he came and went? The fox blinked, trying to make out shadows and spires of darkness. Bushes were spires, and the giant shadows were trees. Encircled by a tall iron and stone fence. He thanked being slightly paranoid and remembering to grab his satchel before the rabbit with a skin condition had commenced its escape. That was a worst case scenario. The fox now felt worried on a. it was night time, b. it was dark, c. the predators prowled at night, and d. he'd not be able to protect Mira and her new playmate. Whatever it was. The paper had called it a ja-ka-rue. Jackaroo. Whats that supposed to even be!? It wasn't nearly as freaked out now that the noise was gone, as it bent on all fours, sniffing the air, the ground, getting its own bearings. For Mira, she peeked out of the fur, to find a briefness of not metal box-ness. 96
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Post by Kristofor on Mar 18, 2021 15:04:02 GMT -6
"Mansion running at night can be considered trespassing, it can." says a soft voice that was right by them. Turning around, Kristofor saw a slight female figure staring him down with the biggest eyes he'd seen on a living being. She has a fur lined coat and mittens on for the cold night, blinking owlishly at the unusual trio, one fox and tied to two creatures beside him. Her eyes are luminous for being so big. The mittens are holding something small that disappears into her sleeves. "I am sorry." the fox responds to her, his free paw reaching for his burning shoulder; it hurts like its been shot but not. "Dragged here by my rabbit." he gestures vaguely at the jackaroo, who owlishly stares up at the female. Her head has much more volume in the shadows. "Black out." "That makes sense; whole city's residential is uproarin', it is." she looks past his head at the gate in which he'd come, head tilted so she's looking over whatever makes her eyes so magnified. She looks at him again, and sees the glints of Mira's eyes, who is actually curious of this female, but still hides in her fox's fur, after climbing ot his shoulder. 97
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